Sherlock Holmes, The Adventure of the Peculiar Provenance by Derrick Belanger
***Any spoilers are by chance only. I strive to review the book, not give away everything.***
A man is arrested for a petty crime and produces a letter that gives him the right to do so; signed by Mycroft Holmes, himself!
Disgraced Peer Sir Hardwick Wellington has purchased a rare piece of art. He is then attacked in his own study by a man who drops the rare sketch into the fire destroying it. When that man, Sheldon Liddle, is accosted by Scotland Yard, he produces the aforementioned letter. Then he is shot by someone who is an obvious expert marksman.
As far as the story goes, it is pretty good. The mystery of what anyone could hope to gain by such means is well thought out, and the writing is fairly tight. The pace of the story is such that it keeps the reader interested, always wondering what is happening in the next line, the next paragraph, or the next chapter. The story I recommend.
That was the good news. Now, I am afraid I must bear sad tidings.
If this story was written with characters original to the writer, it would profit by it. Writing it with established characters like Doctor Watson and Sherlock Holmes I feel was a mistake. For me, and this is only my opinion, there was something that didn’t ring true to the writings of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
After several e-mails with Derrick Belanger, I have come to understand better his views on Sherlock Holmes. As most of the things I originally marked as at fault with the Homes Canon can be, and have been, argued by more knowledgeable men than myself, it only comes down to a matter of taste. There Mr. Belanger and myself agree to disagree!
I want to point out one thing I look at carefully in pastiches. The person narrating the story is a key point. If the author has a different person than Watson doing the writing, I allow more leeway on canonical accuracy. After all we do not expect another person to write in the same manner, with the same knowledge as Holmes’ friend and companion.
When the author chooses to use Watson as narrator, I expect a lot. This is supposed to be the same writer of the Canon, after all. Why would he suddenly break all of his long habits? When Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote the Adventure of the Lion’s Mane and The Adventure of the Mazarin Stone, neither of which are narrated by Watson, the writing was different. So it’s a small matter of opinion.
This is an excellent story. But to me it doesn’t really have the ring of Sherlock Holmes story.
I will say I seldom read a story that flowed as well as this one did. Given the obvious quality of the mystery, however; my own objections should not be a major blow to the author. Therefore I now give the story four and a half out of five stars.
Quoth the Raven…